I was right. The clouds are with me in Tokyo, dimming the shadows and filling the city with soft light. The city is so beautiful, it steals my breath. There is the spirit of an old city, like Bombay, but Bombay is another story. It is a bigger wound, wet still and dark at the corners. Tokyo is a healed, beautiful, sprawling scar.

Parking Lot, Kyoto.

Kyoto Station

You take delight not in a city’s seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.